How my anxiety makes you wrong about me, only me, specifically.
This one is a doozy. Not as heavy on the real world scenarios. The next
chapters are way better and more like the first two. Promise.
Humans
#Notallhumans
have a nasty way of assuming the worst of your best intentions, and it
feeds my social anxiety. I can’t win. This year has been the worst in a
few years, (~75% wrong rate) because people want to come up with crazy
reasons why I do or don’t do stuff, when most of the time it boils down
to three things:
Social anxiety, possible altruism, and having a
totally different, unorthodox thought process(I don't think like others
based on the below conditions).
Keep in mind anything I do is
based off 10-20 thoughts, and that’s if I can even come to a conclusion,
based off evidence, past history, moods, trust levels, and much much
more.
I also don’t do anything because of my race, color,
religion, creed, sex, sexual orientation, gender identity, national
origin, ancestry, age, veteran status, and or disability.
Most of the
time I do or don’t do something it is extremely generalized, and even if
I consciously know better, anxiety be like, no, can’t let you do that.
The biggest example, opening the door for someone. Purely out of
kindness, well and granny taught me to always open the door for women,
but I’ve evolved that into a general niceness thing. No big deal.
. Of course sometimes I will fail it, because I get nervous and scared, the more people involved, the worse it gets.
Oh, and speaking of doors, you may notice I always seem to turn back to
my car, or go the other way, like I was wanting to go that way but
suddenly changed my mind. I didn't but anxiety grabbed ahold of me and,
needing to catch my breath and relax, I flee the other way.
Another example, unless I am in the back of an elevator, if I can
beeline out the door I will. Sometimes take the stairs for that reason,
especially if I'm waiting outside the elevator with someone, or I feel
them coming. I’m sure there’s some social convention about letting
people out first ♡, but if I’m in an elevator with people I need out
asap and that will override that prevailing thought.
So ladies
take note, if you are expecting me to open some door for you because of
being a “guy”, ♡,and I don’t, it’s nothing personal, I’m not being rude,
I’m being scared and nervous! Look at it this way though, if I do, it
means more since I had to overcome so much.
This happened awhile
back. My car was a mess and I was going somewhere with someone. I got
ahead and opened the passenger side first and tossed some things in
back, thinking I’ll be nice and close the door once they sit, and I
think they expected me to because they made a comment, but I was too
afraid they would think I like them or I’d close the door to hard or not
all the way and panicked and ran to the drivers side and we left.
Admittedly, I’m not as smart as I may come off, so don’t assume because
of that, most of the time I truly don’t know better, anxiety is getting
the best of me, or my completely different thought process that leads
me to doing something of kilter but justified.
It's my friends
cycle. Meet new friends > Best Friends Forever > Horribly
Misunderstood Overblown Event Happens > Anxiety, that other thing
comes out > Friend bails (Boom, Depression) or becomes Best Friends
Forever. So part of why I'm afraid of people. So moving Anxiety to the
front, see if I can break the cycle for the next friend.
I
observe, calculate and think things way too much. So if you were asking
me to do something and I do something else, it’s possible there was
evidence I should that something else and so I went the other way. This
happens all the time.
Unfortunately then people get upset with
me. *not based on any event* For example. Hey meet me at Target! Okay.
You text me later saying you’re at Ross. Okay. So do I meet you there
then? I may go ahead and meet you there. Or I’ll pester you trying to
get solid answer. Expand that to any situation. Make sense?
I
don’t know what to do for fear of being wrong. My minds on fire trying
to figure it out but can’t come to a decisive answer. I show up at Ross
instead, not sure where I should be or what I’m doing. Things like that
happen all the time to me.
I’m also borderline sexist towards
dudes. I don’t mean any disrespect, but I can attribute 80% of my lifes
anxiety and issues back to your average, everyday, Oklahoma type dude,
err, southern types. It’s interesting.
This is hard to articulate, so
don’t directly assume the worst, bear with me.
Unless I ask, it's
work related,coming from one of my friends (you guys are awesome, and
so if you're reading this you're good), if a dude says something to me, I
won’t care and rebel with every fiber of my being.
That goes for
their politicians, religions, rules, expectations, etc, because in my
case, most of the time they are wrong, again, they maybe right about
everything else, but in my life. Wrong. Not that women are perfect
either. Y’all human and all a mess.
#Notalldudes
I’ll try not to go on a rant, but most dudes annoy the heck out of me,
are simple minded as fuck, are incapable of empathy, and don’t get me
started on wanna be alphas like your president, and I find myself more
afraid of them then anyone.
That’s general, not that I wouldn’t
fight to defend myself or others, then again my thoughts would be like,
no, I might punch wrong or look stupid getting hit in the face lol, the
physical pains easy and heals.
No, I’m not a Beta. That is a fish
and look how they'll fight. See. Dudes. Wrong again. I’m an Omega. I’m
the end of all the typical guy conventions. So again, take note, you
CANNOT think of me in the typical guy fashion,
, because you will be disappointed, confused, and/or angry, and so will I. Save us the trouble.
You should already know this though. I’m plain simple Cory, so going
back to the beginning, don’t do anything to me because of my race,
color, religion, creed, sex, sexual orientation, gender identity,
national origin, ancestry, age, veteran status, and or disability. If
you can stay on that, you’ll unlock the best of me. Try to label me, put
me in a box or as in Sonic, a "zone" if you will, and I will kick and
scream and fight like a cat being put in the bath.
*side note* I
worry more about some white dude ruining my life (which they have
because they can’t think beyond their testosterone, in experience), than
some Muslim killing me on the street. Men are the ones that cry that I
need a haircut. Men are the ones that say I need to dress this way. Men
are the ones that say I need to talk like this. Men are the ones that
say I need to take advantage of my privilege. Men make most the stupid
laws. That I need to be in the “club.” No compassion. No understanding.
Most women and minorities have at least never cared.
So I tend to
gravitate towards those groups, because, in my experience so for others
it could be opposite, most the time they either don’t care, or are more
down to Earth and realistic about life, and I can talk to them about
anything without as much fear or judgement, thus reducing my anxiety and
giving me peace.
Coming Soon:
Eating
Works
Driving
Why do this? My social anxiety has an arguably crippling effect on my
life, and with people that don't understand me, can manifest itself into
disasters. By putting it out front, people can love me or leave me
before we get to close and I get dependent on someone's support. In
addition, it will help let others know and myself, they are not alone
and can relate, which should also help.